I've somehow slipped
slipped to that world of numb smiles,
words so watered with the heart's blood
they weigh like anchors down my chest.
The food is suddenly tasteless,
colour lacks its lustre,
and a cold, crisp white frost
crystalizes from the inside of my toes
along my veins to the centre of my eyes.
Where I started was controlled,
when I was happy in solitude,
when I didn't know the difference between
laughing all of my laughter and only laughing half,
when I slept exactly as the sun set in West.
The thaw was so quiet and subtle
like innocent children
sneaking on tip-toe from their bed,
until I felt it in my fingertips
a tingling energy I didn't understand.
I'll pour the energy
from the life line on my hand
into a locket and chain
where I'll keep it near my heart
but only over layers